[The empty coops make sense. Probably long raided by local foxes. Alucard walks over to the post, and he runs his fingers over it. There's a sense of something here, but he's not quite sure what. It's old though. A thread of magic, thin oh yes but still there.

It'll do. And Alucard's about to say as much to Trevor, but then the bones catch his eye.]

The owner probably didn't have three legs either.

[He's drawn to the bones because of course he is.]

The dust is hardly disturbed here too. That's good for our purposes.